I own only my OC. Sarafina Salvatore. I imagine her to look something like Julia Voth or Serinda Swan, but feel free to see her however you wish.
I do not own anything recognizable as being part of The Vampire Diaries or from any other source.
Chapter 1
"I've been having these dreams for a reason. The witches are trying to send me a message." Bonnie stated, looking out over the coffins. There were four in total.
Elena stood with her arms crossed. She hated being kept out of the loop, she hated even more that Stefan was not himself. She wanted him back desperately. Her Stefan would never have kept this from her, he would have told her. Although her Stefan would never have taken the coffins in the first place. "I just can't believe you guys kept this from me."
"Stefan thought if you knew about the coffins, Klaus could threaten someone to get the information from you." Bonnie shrugged. They both knew it was true.
Elena sighed. "So these are the rest of his family?"
"Ya." Bonnie confirmed. "Elijah and two others." She moved towards the fourth coffin. "This one is the one we can't open. We don't know who's in it, or what's in it. Only that I think my dreams are telling me it will help kill Klaus and that little girl is some how a part of it."
Behind Elena, Stefan walked into the room. He ignored her and looked at Bonnie. "The hell are you doing?"
"I needed her to know about the coffin." She defended.
"And I needed you to keep this private Bonnie." Emotionless Stefan did not seem impressed.
Bonnie looked at Elena as the doppelgänger spoke. "So what are you going to do Stefan? Are you gong to kidnap me so I don't tell anyone?"
He sneered down at her. "Don't tempt me Elena."
Bonnie interrupter before things could get out of hand. She knew a fight was coming. If she wanted to stop it, she needed to give him a reason to accept why Elena needed to know. "I think I know who can open the coffin Stefan, and I need Elena to help me find her."
They both looked at her surprised and confused. "What are you talking about?" He asked.
Bonnie reached into her back pocket for a picture. "I couldn't place her face at first." She showed the picture Elena. "Then I realized."
Elena looked at for a moment before she realized what her friend was saying. She felt truly distraught for the girl. "Oh my god. Bonnie."
Stefan grabbed the picture. He didn't recognize the african american woman or the small child in the picture. "Who is this?"
Bonnie swallowed before making eye contact. "It's my mom." She told him. "And I think I need someone else too. Someone you and Damon both know."
"I don't know anyone that can help." His voice was honest.
Elena looked confused.
Bonnie just met Stefan's eyes evenly, and ignored her friend for the moment. "A young girl from when you were human. Black hair, blue eyes, beautiful." She watched his face for any change. She caught the slight flicker in his eyes. Whatever he felt it was gone to fast to tell and boredom quickly replaced it. "Damon was spinning her in the air in a clearing. They heard you laughing and she ran a you. You picked her up and kissed her forehead." She continued even knowing how dangerous he was in his current stated. "You know who I'm talking about. You both loved that little girl, so tell me Stefan. Who was she?"
"Stefan?" Elena asked. Her voice was small.
He straightened his posture, looked at the both with no emotion in his eyes, and said, "She can't help." He walked out.
They both stood there confused. Even emotionless Stefan seemed eager to avoid this topic. Even when he cared about no one, he cared about this girl. At least he cared enough to not have her around. He cared enough that he'd let Klaus live instead of involving her. He cared enough to hide her, to not talk about her.
Later that night the girls found Damon in the boarding house. He was sitting in front of the fire with a book and a glass of bourbon. His feet were up on the coffee table and he looked relaxed. Their appearance did not seem to bother him in the least.
"What can I do for you Elena, witchy?" He asked without turning around.
Elena walked in front of him and waited for him to look at her. While Bonnie stood on the other side of the coffee table with her arms crossed. She looked uncomfortable, but determined. When Elena kicked his feet off of the table he finally looked up at her.
He gave the a look that told them to ask whatever they came to ask. Elena spoke first. "Bonnie has been having these dreams."
Damon smirked. "Well if you wanted to see if reality lives up to fantasy I'm happy to exceed your expectations." He winked at her.
Bonnie rolled her eyes while Elena just told him, "Don't be crass Damon."
"Well how am I supposed to know what the horny little witch dreams about?"
Bonnie stepped forward. "I dreamt of the locked coffin. I need my mom to help me open it. My mom and someone else. Someone you and Stefan know. When you were human you stood in a clearing spinning a little girl. She was beautiful. Black hair and blue eyes. She laughed and ran to Stefan. You both loved her and-"
The sound of a glass shattering broke Bonnie's recap. The glass in Damon's hand lay in pieces all over himself, the floor and the couch. His pants were soaked with bourbon, and his face looked like he was ready to snap. Bonnie took a step back while Elena ran to the kitchen to get a towel.
Damon slowly placed his book down, and took the towel from Elena when she returned. He patted his leg down and started placing the pieces of glass in it. He folded it up and put it on the coffee table. "No."
"Damon-" Elena started.
"I said no Elena. I will help you find your mom, and you two can get the coffin open." His voice left no room for discussion.
Bonnie pushed forward any ways. She wasn't going to stop until Klaus was dead. She didn't care about Damon Salvatore. "What if we can't open it? Damon this is how we kill Klaus."
"Bonnie." Elena warned.
It was too late. Damon sped towards her. His vampiric face showing. He ignored her hands grasping at the hand he held on her neck. He ignored the pain she was causing in his head. "You and your mother will try, and if you can't do it, we will find another way."
He released her and left the room.
When he heard the two girls leave the house he picked up his cell phone. His hands were shaking as he dialled the number he always had memorized.
"Invisible children's hot line, for parents searching for their forgotten kids. How may I help you?" The female voice on the other end answered.
"Hey. I just wanted to check in on you. It's been a while."
"Obviously." There was clear sarcasm in the woman's voice. "I'm good, but you don't sound okay. What's going on?"
"Nothing. I'm fine. I just missed you. I wanted to hear your voice."
"Now I know you're not doing okay. Seriously, what's wrong?"
"Stop worrying about me. I'm great. What's going on with you?"
"You know I can tell when you're lying right? Fine don't tell me, but if I have to pick up the pieces of your broken heart or bail you out of some mess, I will kick your ass for not telling me."
"I know, but honestly I'm fine. Stefan's fine. Mystic Falls is fine. Life's fine."
"You guys are together? In Mystic Falls? And something's wrong?" The was a pause. "Please don't tell me he's a Ripper again. Please."
Damon remained silent for a moment trying to decide what to say. "He's not a ripper, but his humanity is off."
"Fuck! I'll be there tomorrow."
"What? No! You can't come here! Don't you dare."
"Bye, see you tomorrow Dad!"
She hung up and he stared at the phone. He didn't want her involved. He didn't want her here. He was too scared for her. he loved her so much that he'd rather loose everyone else without her help than have her potentially die to save any of them. He knew she could help. Of course she could. He just couldn't let her. His daughter was the one thing he cared about above it all. He would lay his life down for her. At least that's what he's always told himself.
He texted her repeatedly telling her not to come. He called her and left voicemails. She wouldn't answer.
Please review and let me know what you think! Much love, Nicole.
